Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.